How Many Calories Does Your Body Use To Keep You Warm?

It’s very cold. Perhaps I am feeling it more than usual today because the boiler has stopped working. I was shivery cold in bed last night. Cold shower this morning (had to wash my hair with cold water – brrrrr!) and I have arrived back at the little nest after a long day at work to still no heating. Apparently the boiler engineer is coming at some point on Tuesday.

Hummus, Snack, Food, Nutrition, Healthy

I feel like eating something yummy and warm and full of calories. But because I am always worried about photographs that strangers may take when I am with Jack, I am still eating light portions of salad and hummus.

But I don’t mind really. When Jack is back with me, we will eat plenty of lovely food and drink wine together. So while he is away, I will eat less. Sigh. It’s pathetic isn’t it! But it’s a horrible thing when an unflattering photo of you spreads like wildfire and strangers respond with insults. So I am going to try not to give them anything to pick on.

Anyway…I had a thought, half a thought. When it’s cold, surely your body must use more calories to keep you warm? So maybe it wouldn’t matter if I broke my “diet” and ordered a yummy takeaway.

Only…now I am in my snuggly pyjamas and bed socks. I don’t want to have to go outside to the locked gates to collect a takeaway now do I!

I Would Love An Eiderdown

cover.jpgIt was so cold last night! We were shivery and snuggling into each other (it’s cute isn’t it!) to keep warm. He jumped up and started looking through drawers and the wardrobe for extra blankets and he found an eiderdown. It’s years since I have seen a proper eiderdown. I think bed spreads and throws are perhaps more common nowadays.

This eiderdown was so cute! Pretty flowers and flouncy fabric. And it did provide a lovely extra hug of warmth. It made the whole room take on a chintzy feel. I liked it.

Back in my little nest in London, and I am expecting another chilly night. I would love an eiderdown! I would also like him to keep me warm, but he still has not been to my little abode. We are planning a stayover in a couple of weeks time, when we both have some time off. I can cook and bake for him in my own residence. It will be interesting.

spread.jpgI have a fleecy blanket that rests on my sofa, but it is quite small. So I pulled out of storage the big white bedspread that I have. It is a huge thing. Not only does it cover the bed, but it drapes all over the floor, not really letting the tiniest draft in.

It’s lovely to be all wrapped up, “snug as a bug in a rug”, under that enormous bedspread…it is a pain to make the bed neatly in the morning, but that is a small price to pay for being so cosy warm during the chilly nights. I have to remember those hazardous corners too. I have often tripped on the corners when I have been rushing.

The cold is descending. Summer is long gone, which is sad. But I do realize that the darkness is our ally. It is easier for him and I to get about when it is too dark for anyone to really notice him.

him hugThe cold is not so unromantic either. When it is freezing outside, the solution seems obvious: HUGS. He gives the best hugs. They are proper bear hugs, he could easily break one of my ribs I am sure! But it is great…it feels as if he wants to communicate just how much he has in his heart, and he does it by squeezing his arms around me so tight, that it really is hard to catch my breath.

Anyway…I am still dwelling on the thought of having an eiderdown on my bed. He had a sixties playlist on his phone, and he played it because he knows we both love sixties music. This song was on it…which is probably why I am thinking of covers! I had not heard it before. I knew the phenomenal voice instantly. But when he dropped me off near here this morning, I googled the lyrics…so so so sweet!!!

Cover me, cover me
Spread your precious love all over me
Oh, can’t you see the need in me?
Oh, cover me, cover me

Hide me, hide me
Where no other can find me
Oh, I’m feeling cold, I need you so
Oh, cover me, cover me

Girl, my love for you gets stronger everyday
Oh, temptation might be waiting ’round the way
When I’m lost and I get led astray
Find me, find me
Kiss every little tear that blinds me
Oh darling, I don’t want to lose you
Oh, find me

Stay with me, stay with me
Baby, make it all the way with me
Oh, everyday and every way
Stay with me, you stay with me

Cover me, cover me
Spread your precious love all over me
Oh, can’t you see the need in me?
Oh, cover me, cover me

Cover me, cover me
Spread your precious love all over me
Oh, can’t you see?

Written by: Eddie Hinton and Marlin Greene

You’re Gonna Catch A Cold From The Ice Inside Your Soul

Jim Adams, aka Newepicauthor, the creator of A Unique Title For Me, is hosting SONG-LYRIC-SUNDAY and this week he has chosen the theme FREEZE/COLD/ICE.

 

The song I have chosen is rather dramatic. But I have chosen it because of that clever lyric “You’re gonna catch a cold, From the ice inside your soul“. How much angst can you pack into two song lines? I love those lines, but at the same time I would hope to never ever feel so cross with someone that I would say something like that to them!

The only friendship/relationship I have ever had real difficulties in that I was not able to resolve was my connection with Jack. I did actually use this song in a post I wrote about Jack when he was mentioning me on one of his social media sites. I felt rather provoked I must admit:

Who Do You Think You Are?

The truth is I think the world of Jack…and it is distressing that things deteriorated between us. He told me he loved me and that he had never felt closer to another woman. However…I did not feel loved in any way. Errr…I don’t want to think about Jack right now…so I will stop there, Here is my song choice for this week’s SONG-LYRIC-SUNDAY:

I know I can’t take one more step towards you
‘Cause all that’s waiting is regret
Don’t you know I’m not your ghost anymore
You lost the love I loved the most

I learned to live half alive
And now you want me one more time

And who do you think you are?
Runnin’ ’round leaving scars
Collecting your jar of hearts
And tearing love apart
You’re gonna catch a cold
From the ice inside your soul
So don’t come back for me
Who do you think you are?

I hear you’re asking all around
If I am anywhere to be found
But I have grown too strong
To ever fall back in your arms

And I’ve learned to live half alive
And now you want me one more time

And who do you think you are?
Runnin’ ’round leaving scars
Collecting your jar of hearts
And tearing love apart
You’re gonna catch a cold
From the ice inside your soul
So don’t come back for me
Who do you think you are?

And it took so long just to feel alright
Remember how to put back the light in my eyes
I wish I had missed the first time that we kissed
‘Cause you broke all your promises
And now you’re back
You don’t get to get me back

And who do you think you are?
Runnin’ ’round leaving scars
Collecting your jar of hearts
And tearing love apart
You’re gonna catch a cold
From the ice inside your soul
So don’t come back for me
Don’t come back at all

And who do you think you are?
Runnin’ ’round leaving scars
Collecting your jar of hearts
Tearing love apart
You’re gonna catch a cold
From the ice inside your soul
Don’t come back for me
Don’t come back at all

Who do you think you are?

Who do you think you are?

Who do you think you are?

Writer: Christina Perri

What’s Even Worse Than Man-Flu?

Do you remember that party I mentioned? I was unsure how I felt about going with a male friend. I wanted to dance but I didn’t want him to think we were on a date.

Well, I woke up yesterday and this happened:

So no partying for me tonight!

The good news is…I have spent the whole day in bed and I have been catching up on reading other blogger’s posts and have had chance to work on one or two of my own.

The bad news is I am so zonked with decongestants and Olbas Oil fumes, I think I was a bit flirty with another blogger – I have had a long snooze since I had an exchange of comments with him, but I think I boasted about my talents. His girlfriend is going to be fuming at me. Sorry – by the way. Best not to chat to me when I am full of medication! Who knows what I will come out with?!!

I am so ill! What is even worse that man-flu? A woman who has a stinking cold and is nursing a splinter in her sore heart because her love is on the opposite side of the planet. I have not had a cold since November 2017 – my weekend with Goldfinch at Stowe Landscape Gardens and Stowe School. Did I ever tell you what he did in the restaurant we went to?

I was full of a cold and he had taken me to a beautiful location to walk in the freezing cold air not realizing how ill I was. Although he certainly had ways to keep me warm 😉 my cold became worse and worse during the day. So when we entered a restaurant that evening, he spotted a table near to the fireplace. Without even asking a waiter, he just grabbed the table and dragged it over to the fireplace and sat me down there. Oh my goodness I was in love.

It was after that wonderful day that I came back and wrote him a message saying I felt like a buttery toasted teacake – and I was not sure why he was sweet on me.

I do love thinking about him. He is so wonderful. I actually am glad to be ill. It means I can stay in bed and and dwell on all of my memories of Goldfinch instead of going out dancing. When I go out dancing…I will go with a group of friends. It wasn’t the time to go with a single male friend who is just about “moving on” from the end of his long-term relationship. He is way ahead of me.

And beside…I have decided that when I do go on a “first-date” with someone, I want it to be outdoorsy. A walk in Richmond Park or Hyde Park or any London Park. Even better, would be to go a bit further afield and go hill walking. You have to travel a long way away from London for respectable hills. But there are places like the South Downs that are great for a good ramble. Maybe a cuppa after we have walked and talked all afternoon. I want to be relaxed and in my jeans and not dolling myself up.

After all, if Goldfinch was that romantic towards me when I had a red nose and streaming eyes and a barking cough – I expect any man to accept me when I look a bit rough.

Ugh! I feel so ill. I bet Goldfinch would make me feel better. What he would do with a tub of Vicks and a cool flannel. Oh my!

I am including this song, because this is exactly how I feel about Goldfinch right now – after thinking about fireplaces and sleepy moments in bed with the man who has captivated you.

 

 

https://onedailyprompt.wordpress.com/2019/01/12/your-daily-word-prompt-memories-january-12-2019/

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She Taught Me To Blow My Nose

I had a bit of a sniffle a couple of weeks ago, and because I was blowing my nose a hundred times a day, I started to remember someone who was part of my very early years.  Aunt Bessy. My memory of her is a very warm and gregarious character, in a rather rotund package.  Poor Aunt Bessy, was sitting in a dining chair with arms once, and when she stood up, the chair rose with her, as the arms were digging into her generous girth.  She squealed with laughter, which made it alright for us little ones to giggle.

She was very much loved by all the children who knew her.  She had about twenty grandchildren of her own whom we often played with.  They were so fond of Aunt Bessy. We were a little jealous, and wished she was our grandmother also.

There were no limits on the love and kindness Aunt Bessy had to share with others.  She adored my mum was very supportive of her.  Aunt Bessy was generous to us, she always had something to give us, cakes, sweets, toys.  However, there was a strict side to her aswell.  She had a real problem with me…me and my nose.  As a little one, I had not grasped how to blow my nose properly!

She scolded me on many occasions about wiping my nose on my sleeve, or not wiping it at all, but letting my nose run instead!

She introduced me to a handkerchief and taught me to practice blowing my nose.  And practice I did!  Every time I saw Aunt Bessy, I would run over to her and ask her to watch me while I blew my nose.  She would laugh and tell me I was not doing it properly.  She would talk me over the proper technique again!  I kept on and on trying.

Lots of our little friends (probably related to Aunt Bessy) told us they had been to her home to visit.  They told us how tasty the dishes that she had cooked were. They excitedly described her special fishies.

I wanted to go to visit Aunt Bessy’s home and taste her cooking and see her fishies.  I asked Mum to ask Aunt Bessy for an invitation.  When Mum let her know how keen I was to visit, Aunt Bessy sternly told me that I would not be allowed to visit until I had learnt to blow my nose properly!

With renewed determination I practiced in real earnest, until one day, I sensed that there was something different.  I seemed to have all of a sudden acquired the proper technique because there were visible results (deleted the graphic description for your dear sakes).

I was so excited when I could finally perform a successful “nose-blow” in front of Aunt Bessy.  She was delighted with me and I received one of her wonderful warm hugs.  My next question was:

Does this mean I can come and visit you now?”

A lunch-time visit was arranged.  I thought Aunt Bessy was so considerate even to ask Mum what we would like to eat.  Mum never asked us!  I can’t remember whether it was fish fingers or chicken nuggets in breadcrumbs, but I do remember it came with chips and baked beans.  I was so thrilled.  She showed us her fishies.  I was in awe of them. They seemed magnificent. Coy carp I believe, they were the biggest fish I had ever seen and seemed so beautiful.

She gave me a little gift.  It was a box of three handkerchiefs with my initials embroidered into the corner of each. The kind of gift I wish I had kept.  But that was thirty years ago.

One icy winter, Aunt Bessy was in the front seat of the car her husband was driving. Uncle Justin was also a lovely man.  I will tell you about him one day.  Mum and Dad told us afterwards that it all happened very quickly. The juggernaut of a lorry on the opposite carriageway had lost control and was skidding as they came around the bend of the road.  My parents told us that Uncle Justin and Aunt Bessy would have hardly suffered, they would have died instantly.

I am sure I had known of others to die, but it was the first time my parents had dressed us all up smartly to take us to the funeral.  As we were all ready to leave our family home, I gave out emotionally.  I ran upstairs and hid in the huge mahogany wardrobe in our bedroom.  Dad came to find me.

child sobbing.jpgI was distraught.  I could not control my violent sobs and streaming tears.  The reality of what had happened had hit me and I could not leave the house.  My parents did not want to force me to attend the funeral.  I stayed with one of our neighbours, who had daughters a similar age to myself, while the rest of my family attended the funeral for Uncle Justin and Aunt Bessy.

I was only around five or six.  I know I had started school because Aunt Bessy had bought sweeties for my first school trip. That was the first year I read the Bible for myself.  I needed to. I had questions from that moment on. I needed to find the answers to my questions. I have read it over and over many times since, but that was the first year I read it rapaciously. All my other story books seemed pretty boring after reading the epic accounts and dramatic dialogue of an array of characters.

The first time I read that the Creator can restore life to someone who has died…I felt huge relief. Even now, the nine accounts of those who had died being restored to life, are amongst my favourite passages. From that moment, I started to think about what I will say when Uncle Justin and Aunt Bessy wake up again.

I still find, every time I have a sniffle or a cold, and find myself blowing my nose a hundred times a day, my mind floods with memories of dear Aunt Bessy.

 

 

 

 

 

Let It Snow, Let It Snow, Let It Snow…

Right…addressing any other residents of Wales, Ireland, Scotland, England…

…can we make a pact, never ever to complain about rain, snow, cold, grey, damp, mist or any of the other weather that characterises our normally green land?

I think  The Haunted Wordsmith  The Haunted Wordsmith might be teasing us today with her picture prompt!  Here we are flaking away in the sweltering heat, and we have a photo of snow.

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Photo credit: Couleur @ pixabay.com

It would appear that we are not great at coping with extremes here in the UK at all.  We love the snow, we love the sun, they are a rare treat.  However…I think both show up where we are a bit soft.

I am one of the many, who are truly trying to enjoy the sunshine where we can, drinking water by the bucket and trying not to move too quickly because I don’t want to be dripping with sweat.  Really trying not to complain about the sun.  Resolute I will never ever complain again about rain and snow and ice and fog and cold.

However, everything around me seems to be dying.  Yellow grass everywhere I go, the bonsai has popped it’s clogs, and the ivy that crawls up next door’s wall has shrivelled up.

My weather fantasy right now is opening up the front door and feeling a bitterly cool breeze encircle me.  Moments later snowflakes start to flutter down and rest on my skin.

Do you think the snowman in the photo is laughing at us?  We are fading away and he looks pretty smug to me!

I just realized that Wales, Ireland, Scotland, England in that order is WISE.  That is my thought for the day…not in any way political, I just think it’s sweet.  I was born in England and I live in England, but I have family and dear friends throughout all four…and I have never noticed that they spell out WISE.

https://thehauntedwordsmith.wordpress.com/2018/07/25/worth-a-thousand-words-9/